Whoops! Fucked up the title tags when I tried to post this. Let’s hope this one goes through.
For my 21st birthday, my family and my boyfriend at the time decided to surprise me with a trip to Vegas. If I’m being completely honest, my relationship with that boyfriend hadn’t been doing so well, but he’d clearly been helping plan this trip for months, and I’d hoped that the vacation together would somehow bring back the spark. The spark came back for one night during our trip, and while it wasn’t enough to fix the relationship, it was a night I still masturbate to over a decade later.
Unsurprisingly, it was the night where we’d had the most alcohol that we had the most fun. It started in the elevator up to our rooms, with him grabbing me by the waist and pulling me towards him, his cock hard against the back of my skirt. Between sloppy, drunken kisses, we managed to stumble down the hallway and were already mostly undressed by the time the door shut behind us. I think I tried to move us towards the bed, but he had a different idea.